Apr. 22nd, 2017

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Self care check:

* Showered? Check.

* Taken meds? Check.

* Eaten? Check.

* Am working my way through a big-ass glass of ice water? Check.

* Looming task of the day? Picking up that damn kidney drug, of which the pharmacist was somehow able to run through my old insurance at 150$ instead of the $400 out of pocket cost.

This looms because it is only 6:43 AM and the pharmacy does not open until 8 AM. One would think this is an easy amount of time to slide through. It is not.

* Price of dignity in asking Pat for another huge chunk of money? Paid with regret, as always, especially as this week is rent week. (He pays his own rent, my rent, and his car payment this week.)

Same goes for my father, of whom I asked to pay my electric and internet bill.

* Household chores, such as setting up coffee, putting up dishes, organizing couch and counters, wiping down bathroom, taking out trash, and scooping litterboxes? Check.

* The likely price to be paid at the end of all this, come 8:30 AM when I return home? A day spent like yesterday, asleep most of the day and bitchy in the hour or two that I was awake.

* Attempting to cheer myself up by listening to pop music? (Keisha's wise-ass, ridiculous love of alteration being the choice of the morning.) Check.

I did manage a half-hour run through Mass Effect 3 yesterday. That's something cool. I'm renegading my way through it and am surprised that it doesn't always make Shepard a bastard.

I'm playing Male Shep, just to engage in the gay romance that was finally introduced in the third game. The Midwest can suck my dick.
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While I no longer believe my life has meaning nor purpose, nor that breathing itself counts as a victory...I am at least still breathing.

"I'm like an ambulance that's turning on the sirens
I'm like a soldier coming home for the first time
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine

Oh, I'm still alive

Am I bleeding am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away

I'm like a junkie tying off for the last time
I'm like a loser that's betting on his last dime

As I walked out on the ledge
Are you scared to death to live?

And the truth that's in the message
'Cause I'm still breathing
'Cause I'm still breathing on my own
" - Greenday "Still Breathing"

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